I'm not risking anything. I've got nothing, done nothing. Nobody will cry over my corpse, if that's the eventual outcome."I don't mean anything romant...c." She switched to an exaggerated valley-girl speech. "I'm like, soooo young and you're, like, really old, you know? What, maybe 30 or 32? That's like, totally ancient. And like, a whole seven years older than me. Like, Eeeeeww." She dropped it and went back to a soft and serious voice. "So I'm not thinking about anything sexual. You could. She reluctantly handed him the jewelry box with the necklace and earrings in it. Then she took Rick's hand and they went downstairs to check out.They paid their bills and then went outside to get a cab to the airport. Neither of them was in the mood to eat.Once through security, they settled down with their carry-on luggage near the gate for Shelley's plane. Rick had to wait another hour for his flight.They held hands and tried not to look forlorn. There were so many things Shelley wanted to. She spat and spluttered, staring up at him in renewed astonishment at his effrontery. Jesus, he was fucking laughing again. “That make you mad? Did it, Miss Steele? Tell me.” “Yes,” she muttered through clenched teeth. “Thought it would. This’ll make you madder.” He seized to the roots of her hair with one hand and heaved her from the floor. “God. Shit!” she cried out, scrabbling to gain hold of the table as she was hauled to her feet. Her heels were still skidding beneath her when he gathered. ” Harry said with a chuckle, reaching down below her pussy, towards her anus. “Now that we know you have a nice tight pussy, let’s see what we’re working with here underneath.” Harry said, as he wiggled a couple fingers deep into her asshole. “Ah, good, the spell seems to have made the proper modifications to your body, this hole is just as large as your pussy, and just as tight… perfect!” He said with a malicious grin. Hermione’s eyes were filled with pure terror now at those words. “Oh, you.